I Am...
It courses through my veins.
Born half paralyzed.
Through my mothers loving embrace.
I regain command over my body.
Disabilities plague my mind.
Humiliation frustration plague my soul.
Slow to learn fast to keep up.
Rolling with the punches a way of life.
Inspiration flows through my heart.
Creativity pours from my fingertips.
Originality becomes a way to calm the storm.
Resourceful till the end of time.
I Am...
Resilient down to the Bone.
This poem is about:
Me